“I shan’t swap back, Patsy, because as it stands now I got the best of the trade.”
Patsy laughed, but made no reply. Hurrying out, he found Masson still in the place where he left him.
He passed close to him, and went into the hallway, standing just within the gate, waiting until Masson appeared.
As this person showed up, Patsy sauntered through the gate and down to the outer doors.
Looking back, he saw the two men, now in their street clothes, following at a respectful distance.
Patsy went out on the sidewalk.
When Masson reached it, he turned toward Twenty-seventh Street and rounded the corner.
Patsy was close behind him. Walking at a brisk gait, which he quickened to pass Masson, he saw that that person was going to Fourth Avenue.
Nearing the corner of Fourth Avenue, Patsy put himself in concealment, quite certain that he had not been observed by Masson or the two men.
And from that point he saw Masson turn up Fourth Avenue, followed by the two men.